“No, he grabbed my hand. A world of haystacks, bean-stacks, and strawricks flanked the granges adjoining his habitation; the yard was crowded with poultry, pigeons were feeding at his feet, cattle were being driven towards the stall, horses led to the stable, a large mastiff was rattling his chain, and stalking majestically in front of his kennel, while a number of farming-men were passing and repassing about their various occupations. ” “Perhaps,” he said, “you had better let me have your key, and I will go up and explore. Go up and get my daughter so we can have some homemade pie. “You don’t propose, do you,” she said quietly, “that I should take this man for my husband?” “You can drive him away,” Annabel cried. So far as I am concerned, I am just now a hopeless nonentity. And mind, your life,—more than your life—hangs upon your choice.
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